Yet he was overawed, and so were the Indians with him.
"We were merely taking the prisoners to Colonel Butler," he said.

"That is all." Timmendiquas stared at him, and the renegade's face fell.

But he and the Indians went on with the prisoners, and Timmendiquas looked after them until they were out of sight.
"I believe White Lightning was sorry that we'd been captured," whispered Shif'less Sol.
"I think so, too," Paul whispered back.
They had no chance for further conversation, as they were driven rapidly now to that point of the battlefield which lay nearest to the fort, and here they were thrust into the midst of a gloomy company, fellow captives, all bound tightly, and many wounded.

No help, no treatment of any kind was offered for hurts.

The Indians and renegades stood about and yelled with delight when the agony of some man's wound wrung from him a groan.